We were definitely not done yet. I wanted this to be as sensual as possible. I made Sneha lie down in the bed and started applying honey and ice cream...all over her upper body, on her tummy and breasts.Then I gently started licking her tummy and moved towards her breasts. With each move, I cupped her breasts in my mouth and sucked it as if drinking milk.This continued for some time. I then gently pulled down her underwear. Sneha teasingly asked me, “So, finally, not so tough, aren’t you?”Little. “Uh, yeah, sure. We'll see what happens.” The idea of Joyce as a prospect had never crossed my mind, but as she smiled, and walked across the courtyard, I immediately began sizing her up. She was tall, probably 5'9”, and looked like she was more at ease in a library than at this party. I guess bookworm was the first word that came to mind; her glasses and shoulder-length straight brown hair, her walk and mannerisms, I could see her as a librarian, or maybe a schoolteacher. An image of her. "Diane, yelling at one another isn't going to get my mind clear on just what happened. And right now I'm convinced I didn't really know what was going on." Don stopped and looked at his wife's angry face, "Diane, if I ask you some questions, can you answer them without attacking me?"When she glared at him and then nodded, he continued, "First, you are madder than I've ever seen you. Is there reason to talk now, or should we wait? And maybe more to the point are you so mad at me there's no. “Shuffle up the bed and spread your legs,” I tell Ashleigh who immediately complies.“On your hands and knees Joanne,” I whisper, kissing her softly on the lips before helping roll her onto her front.She lifts her head and sees Ashleigh spread before her. The neatly trimmed triangle of ginger pubes point downwards, signposting where she wants Joanne’s face to go.Joanne gazes up at Ashleigh, licking her lips as she leans forward, on her hands and knees. Her breasts hang down, the nipples almost.